Chapter 392: Red room (+R18)

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Chapter 392: Red room (+R18) The night was young... and that meant no breaks for the likes of Noah and his insatiable lovers. The room glowed faintly in the amber hue of wall-mounted sconces, casting soft shadows over writhing bodies and tangled limbs. The air was sticky with heat, the musk of sex growing thicker, clinging to sweat-glazed skin and breathless moans. Noah lay sprawled across the bed like a throne, his cock still hard and glistening with Sophie’s slickness, his chest rising and falling slowly with deep, measured breaths. He looked ruined... but the hungry gleam in his eyes said otherwise. Zara was already crawling back toward him, lips parted, her bare breasts swaying beneath her like ripe fruit begging for attention. She flicked her hair over one shoulder and straddled his legs—not to ride him again, not yet—but to slide her breasts together and trap his cock between them. "Time for a different kind of worship," she purred, spitting lightly onto the tip of his cock, letting it glisten before rubbing it between her heavy tits. The warmth of her breasts enveloped him instantly, and Noah let out a strangled groan as she pressed them tighter, squeezing his length in soft, pillowy flesh. "Fuck, Zara..." he breathed. She smirked, leaning down to lick just beneath the head, her tongue teasing, trailing slowly before she resumed the rhythm—up and down, her breasts gliding with practiced skill. The wet, sticky sound of tit-fucking filled the room, obscene and delicious. "You like that?" she asked, voice sultry. "I want your mouth too," he growled, unable to help the flex of his hips. "You’ll get it," she promised, tongue darting out again to flick his sensitive tip while keeping the pressure steady with her tits. "But not until you’re begging." Noah chuckled low and dark. "You think I won’t?" Before he could finish, Sophie slinked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a line of open-mouthed kisses along his jaw. Her bare nipples pressed into his back, and her thighs straddled his hips from behind. She rocked her slick core gently against the base of his cock, teasing him with sensation from both sides. "You’re lucky we’re not trying to break you," she whispered into his ear. "Or you’d be crying by now." Noah’s cock twitched violently between Zara’s breasts. Lysa, still glowing from earlier, crawled up beside them, lying sideways as she trailed her tongue along Noah’s abs, licking up the sweat, tracing the lines of muscle with lazy sensuality. "You taste like all of us," she whispered with a dreamy little smile, dragging her fingers along his thigh, then reaching between Zara’s tits to give his cock a loving stroke. Kira, not one to be left out, reappeared from the bathroom with a damp towel and a devilish grin. She tossed the cloth aside, skin still gleaming from their earlier session, her toned legs flexing as she climbed back onto the bed. Her eyes locked with Noah’s as she lowered her lips to Lysa’s neck, biting and sucking softly, drawing a gasp from the girl beside her. "We’re going to drive you insane tonight," Kira said, and it wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. Zara released his cock from her tits with a final, wet slide, and leaned forward to let her mouth take over. She licked from base to tip with a long, slow swirl of her tongue, before wrapping her lips around him and lowering down halfway. Noah’s groan vibrated through the room. Then Kira straddled his chest, facing Sophie, and leaned forward, planting her palms on either side of his head. Her ass hovered just inches above his face, round and perfect, and Noah—willingly trapped beneath her—reached up to grab two handfuls and pull her down. His tongue met her heat, and Kira cried out, head falling back, eyes fluttering. "Oh fuck—right there," she hissed, grinding softly into his mouth as he licked her with slow, deep strokes, savoring every drop. Sophie and Lysa watched, flushed and breathless, as Zara bobbed her head, taking him deep into her throat before pulling back with a wet pop and using her tongue to paint tight circles around the swollen head. Saliva connected her lips to his cock in a stringy bridge that dripped onto her tits. "You’re doing too much," Lysa whispered, biting her lip as she fondled her own breast. "He’s going to snap." "No," Sophie said with a smirk. "Not yet." She leaned forward and kissed Zara’s cheek, then joined her, both of them licking along either side of his shaft, tongues brushing together around his pulsing cock. The dual sensation sent a shudder through Noah’s entire body. Kira, moaning above him, rocked against his mouth as his tongue dove deep again, his nose bumping her swollen clit. She gripped the headboard, her voice trembling. "I can’t hold on if he keeps—ah!—doing that—" Still, no one let up. Not Zara. Not Sophie. And certainly not Noah. Zara pulled away again, mouth slick with spit and arousal. "I want him inside me again," she moaned, shifting closer. "But not to come. Just to feel full." Noah’s mouth left Kira with a final kiss to her clit, and his lips were shining when he looked up, breathless but grinning. "Then come take it." She climbed onto his lap, turned around with her back to his chest, and slowly lowered herself onto his cock with a moan that echoed in the room. "God yes..." she hissed as he filled her inch by inch. "So thick..." She didn’t bounce. Not yet. She just sat there, grinding gently, circling her hips, the feel of him deep inside her enough to make her eyes roll back. Sophie straddled his thighs again, licking her lips as she pressed her breasts against his stomach, sliding up, adding more pressure to Zara’s rhythm. Kira, flushed and trembling, crawled forward and licked the taste of herself from Noah’s lips, then kissed him deeply, her fingers curling into his hair. Lysa, not to be ignored, eased down between Noah’s legs once more, her tongue slipping lower, teasing his balls as Zara continued to roll her hips in slow, devastating circles. It was sensory overload. Every nerve in Noah’s body screamed with pleasure, every touch igniting a fresh wave of heat in his gut. "You’re holding back," Sophie whispered against his chest. "Don’t." "I’m... not ready," he growled, voice ragged, head tossed back. "Good," Kira purred. "We’re not either." Zara lifted herself slightly, then dropped down—just once—with a wet slap that echoed through the room. Noah bucked instinctively, and she gasped, loving it. "Oh fuck—just like that—again—" He gripped her hips and began guiding her movements, up and down, faster, deeper, her ass bouncing with every thrust, the wet slap growing louder. Papapa... Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her voice a chorus of soft, desperate moans. Then, without warning, Lysa joined her. Sophie helped guide her into position, the two girls now grinding on him in alternating rhythm—Zara seated fully on his cock, and Lysa rubbing her soaked folds along the base, both their bodies moving in sensual harmony. Zara was close. Too close. She leaned forward, biting her lip, forcing herself to slow. But Noah thrust up sharply. Her body seized, a scream threatening to escape. "No," Sophie growled, grabbing Zara’s chin. "Not yet. Not until we say." Noah held back too, the pressure in his balls unbearable, the tension building to a maddening degree. But he didn’t let go. Not yet. Just then a door creaked open with a soft hiss of air pressure, revealing a hidden chamber tucked behind one of the guest walls. Noah’s brows lifted in surprise. He hadn’t noticed it before. The lighting inside was softer, more ambient—like candlelight filtered through velvet. red curtains lined the walls, and plush leather seating ringed the space like a lounge. But what made everyone stop was the array of toys lining the walls. Racks of them. Polished metal restraints. Ropes. Benches. A cross-shaped frame bolted to one corner. Blindfolds. Spreader bars. Even toys Noah didn’t immediately recognize. Sophie stepped in first, barefoot and naked, her long legs confident with every stride. Her gaze swept across the room like a connoisseur at an art exhibit. "Holy shit," she whispered, a gleam in her eyes. "You mean to tell me Raiju Prime has kink dungeons?" Zara followed behind, eyes wide with fascination. "These are... advanced." "They’re alien," Lysa murmured, standing at the threshold, clutching her arm. "But... everything looks human-made." "Because it’s universal," Sophie said smoothly, fingers trailing across a rack of leather floggers and metal clamps. "Doesn’t matter what planet you’re from. We all want to touch, taste, dominate, beg, and break." She turned, eyes gleaming, and pointed at Noah. "Get in the chair." There was only one chair in the room. Black. Reclined. Designed for full-body support, like something out of a sci-fi bondage suite. It had a contoured back, a headrest, adjustable leg stirrups, and cuffs already mounted at the wrists and ankles. Noah cocked an eyebrow. "You want me strapped down?" Sophie smiled wickedly. "You trust me, don’t you?" "...Too much," he muttered under his breath, already moving toward the chair. Kira gave him a little slap on the ass as he passed. "That’s a good boy." Noah eased into the seat, the cool leather shocking his sweaty skin. His cock, still painfully hard and slick from everything before, twitched as he adjusted his legs into the stirrups. Sophie moved first, securing the padded cuffs at his wrists and ankles. She made sure they were tight—but not too tight. Zara knelt beside the chair, tracing her fingers along his thigh. "He’s so helpless like this." "Makes you want to tease him more, doesn’t it?" Sophie said, standing tall beside them, now holding something slim and metallic in her hand. Lysa’s eyes widened. "Is that a... wand?" "More like a massager," Sophie said with a wink, running her fingers along the bulbous head of the vibrating device. She pressed a button, and the hum that filled the room was deep—resonant. She turned it off again, for now. "We’re going to edge him until he forgets his own name." Noah chuckled, head resting against the padded cradle. "You’re all insane." "And you love it," Kira said, crouching between his legs. Sophie took control of the room like a conductor guiding an orchestra. "Kira. Lick his thighs. Slow. No touching the cock—yet." Kira smiled and got to work, starting at his left thigh, her tongue gliding along the inner crease where skin was softest. Noah flinched slightly, sensitive. "Sophie..." he warned. "I’m just getting started." She turned to Lysa. "You’re going to hold his balls. Just hold them—gently. No squeezing. I want you to feel every twitch." Lysa looked nervous, but obeyed, sliding her small hands between Noah’s legs and cupping his balls delicately. She exhaled sharply as she felt them pulse against her palms. "Zara," Sophie continued, tossing her the wand. "You get to use this. On his inner thighs only. I’ll tell you when to go higher." Zara gave her a wide grin. "Yes, ma’am." She powered on the wand and started at Noah’s knee, dragging the vibrating head up the muscle in long, teasing sweeps. The vibrations buzzed through his leg, making his toes curl when she reached the tender part right before his groin. Noah gritted his teeth. "Goddddd~" Sophie stood behind the chair, watching from above like a queen on her throne. She ran her nails down his chest, slow, scraping gently over his nipples, then flicking them. His body jumped. "You’re going to hold back for me, baby," she whispered. "Aren’t you?" "I’m trying," he rasped. "Try harder." Kira switched to the other thigh now, licking slow figure-eights into the crease beside his cock, while Zara adjusted the wand to Noah’s right leg, just beneath his hip bone. Every time the toy passed close to his balls, Lysa felt them twitch. "He’s so tight down here," she whispered. Sophie moved around the chair and crouched at Noah’s side, her hand drifting to his shaft—but she didn’t stroke it. Instead, she used the backs of her fingers to tap the underside lightly. The contact was barely a touch, maddening in its restraint. "Is it torture?" she asked him sweetly. "Yes," he said through clenched teeth. "Good." She stood again and motioned for Lysa to slide under the chair slightly, her head between his spread legs. "Now lick his balls. One at a time. Take your time." Lysa obeyed, shy but eager, her tongue slipping out to lap gently at his sack, the warmth of her breath sending shivers through him. "Zara," Sophie said, pointing. "Move the wand to the base of his cock now. Just press it there. No stroking. No teasing the head. Hold it still." Zara placed the vibrating wand right against where Noah’s shaft met his pelvis. He jerked in the restraints. "Shit—" "Language," Sophie said with a smirk, pinching his nipple. Noah groaned, his body arching slightly, thighs flexing. His cock pulsed, visibly swelling, the head flushed and leaking a fresh bead of precum. Kira stared, entranced. "He’s so close." "Then we slow it down," Sophie said. She took the wand from Zara and clicked it off, setting it aside. Noah panted. His chest glistened, his hips trembling slightly in the restraints. "Now..." Sophie’s voice dropped, smoky and rich. "Kira, sit on his chest. Just press yourself there. Don’t move. Just let him feel your heat." Kira raised an eyebrow. "You’re using me as a heat source now?" "Exactly." She climbed up and perched herself on Noah’s chest, her slick folds pressing against his sternum. Her weight pinned him slightly, just enough to make him more aware of his helplessness. Sophie leaned in beside his ear. "You feel them all, don’t you?" Noah gave a ragged breath, body taut. "Every damn inch." "Good. Because now I’m going to let Lysa suck your cock." Lysa froze. "Only the tip," Sophie clarified. "And no suction. You’ll only use your lips and tongue. Think of it like kissing... with rhythm." Lysa slid up eagerly and took her position between his legs. She wrapped her lips around the head and began her slow, torturous worship—tongue teasing the slit, lips sliding softly back and forth over the crown without going deeper. Noah moaned—loudly this time. Zara sat to his left, watching closely, her hand trailing along his thigh again. "You’re holding on better than I expected." "I’m... not okay," Noah whispered, his voice frayed. "That’s the point," Sophie said. She picked up a sleek chrome toy—thin and curved slightly like a probe. "Kira. Spread his legs a little wider." Kira reached behind and pulled gently on his knees. "Don’t worry," Sophie said, leaning over him. "This one’s just for outside play." She pressed the cold toy to the sensitive area between his balls and his ass, running it in slow, deliberate circles without pushing in. Noah’s head snapped back. "You demon," he hissed. "I’ll take that as a compliment." Lysa was still worshiping the tip, her mouth open and warm, her lips gliding over him with delicate reverence. Every time her tongue flicked the underside, Noah’s abs clenched. The room was heavy with the stench of lust now, every breath, every whisper, every drop of sweat amplifying the tension. But Sophie held the reins. Every flick, every vibration, every lick was under her control. "Now," she whispered. "Everyone stop." Silence fell like a velvet curtain. Lysa pulled away reluctantly. Kira lifted off his chest. Zara dropped the wand. Noah groaned loudly, his body quivering from restraint and denial. His cock stood like a monument to unsatisfied lust—throbbing, angry, dripping with need. Sophie leaned over him again, eyes predatory. "You’re going to beg me by the end of tonight," she promised. Then she kissed him—hard, deep, claiming him as hers.

Chapter 392: Red room (+R18)

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